1. So I moved last week.
I knew for quite some time that I wouldn’t be renewing the lease on my old apartment for a variety of reasons (general atmosphere, horrifyingly awful management to the tune of lost lease renewals, lost rent checks, etc., spontaneously combusting ovens, etc.). Though I didn’t mind living with my previous roommates, I was ready to move on, so earlier this year I spent about a month religiously checking Craigslist, e-mailing strangers, and generally being disheartened about my state of affairs/life in general, as the process continued to sap my will to exist. I visited 12 different apartments and had eleven different groups of people tell me they didn’t want to live with me. This may or may not have led to me sending my mother an e-mail sometime in mid-June with the subject line, “Everything is terrible.” and asking both her and my closest friends what was so wrong with me that no one wanted to live with me. It was not the brightest period in my life, to say the least.
But! At long last I found people who didn’t find me repulsive and offered me a space in their apartment. And here we are.
2. Various tales from my apartment hunting experience:
– At the very first apartment I viewed (which I loved, by the way), I asked about the roommate finding process and how they planned to handle it. I was told that after seeing everyone, the current roommates would evaluate and invite select potential tenets back to hang out with the group to see if her personality would mesh with that of the current residents. I.e.: I was, unknowingly, rushing a sorority. I did not get a bid 😦
– This same apartment had canvas printed photos of the current roommates. When showing me the photos, one of the girls said, “We got these taken when we thought we would all get along.” All rightie then.
– When I went to view another apartment a few weeks later, the person moving out showed me around the place. His current roommate (who would have been my future roommate) refused to come out of her room to meet me and instead insisted on meeting somewhere else for coffee later in the week to get to know each other…despite the fact that I was standing outsider her door at that moment. When she e-mailed me to set up a coffee date, I told her I had already found a place to live. That was a lie.
– At least two separate apartments assured me that even though they only had window units, “It never really gets that hot in here.” They told this to me as I sweated profusely in their living rooms while exerting no energy whatsoever.
– I viewed one apartment at the very upper end of my budget that had one bedroom (the other tenant would sleep in the alcove off the living room), no dishwasher, no central air, no laundry in the building, and was located approximately 20 feet from the El tracks. I did not elect to live in this apartment. I did, oddly enough, become friends with the girl who would’ve been moving into the alcove, and we’ve actually hung out a couple of times.
Craigslist is weird.
3. My parents came to help me move, but I hired movers anyway because it just seemed like a simpler idea.
HOLY. SMOKES. I’ve been ruined for life. I’ll never be able to move via UHaul ever again. These movers took everything out of my old apartment in 40 minutes and had it all unloaded at my new apartment less than an hour later. In. Sane. Had we gone the UHaul route, I’m sure we would’ve still been loading the truck at that time. If you ever need movers, I absolutely cannot say enough about The Professionals.
The only downside of movers is that while they move your things, they then go about their merry way while you’re left to figure out where on earth to put all your things when you’ve downsized from three closets to one.
This is why I needed a mental health day last Tuesday.
Have you ever used movers?
Moving horror and/or success stories? Let’s empathize!